This Little Bird / John D Loudermilk
There's a little bird
that somebody sends
Down to the earth
to live on the wind.
Born on the wind
and he sleeps on the wind
This little bird
that somebody sends.
He's light and fragile
and feathered sky blue,
So thin and graceful
the sun shines through.
This little bird
that lives on the wind,
This little bird
that somebody sends.
He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of human eye.
And the only time
that he touches the ground
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird dies
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